monsters

I scream, but nobody hears my call.
Every time it hurts, I try to shove it deeper down.
Suppressing demons is what I’ve learnt since I was young.
I know I’ll blow up one day at least I get to keep them for some time.
Their tear and scratch me from the inside yet they do it at my bidding.
I’ve grown accustomed to their feeding.

I tried running away, but they always know where I’m hiding.
Others like puppets on a stage
Never seem to notice my battle.
Always ignore it and try to demolish my patience bottle.
They don’t want to acknowledge terrifying monsters.
Slowly coming apart at the seams yet nobody knows.

The rage in me compared to horde of thousand soldiers
Want to let it go and burst in flames.
Hurt everybody and no one else.
I’m hurricane in pouring rain
Violently tearing, crushing everything on my way.
They see the rage, but not the bleeding wounds and my pain.

Monsters real and in my head.
The lines are blurry; they’re all the same.
They want to see me lying dead.
I’m fed fighting in this pointless game.
I’m laying down my arms.
My heart still beats, but inside I feel nothing at all.